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asimpwithfreetime · 2 years ago

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Hi!

Hyd?

Ok, i was thinking about this all day 💀

A yandere jake sully and neytiri and their fam being obsessed with ronal sister

Them trying to bring them to the family and when she rejects them jake cries and begs while neytiri is like : no 😑

Okay, I really like this idea, but I am going to do only Jake and Neytiri for this fic. If you would like a Sully’s aged up kids I will also do it.

Content warnings: the gif is not mine, English is not my first language and I might have spelling mistakes, proofread.

General warnings/tags: yandere behavior, manipulating yandere! Jake and violent yandere! Neytiri, polyamory, stalking and obsessive behavior,

As it wasn’t specified, Reader is going to be Ronal’s younger sister. Also, Neytiri, as a yandere, isn’t to fond of us at first because her darling was only Jake.

Feelings as deep as the sea (Jake Sully x Reader x Neytiri)

[ Y/n’s POV ]

There have been a few days since the Sullys installed themselves here. My sister, Ronal, and Tonowari, her husband and the chief, weren’t very happy about the newcomers. They had demon blood on them after all.

I didn’t dislike them that much. I felt sorry for them. I understood their pain.

One night, during the comunal dinner, I didn’t see the Sully family. Taking my plate with me, I went searching for them. And I saw them sitting on the other side of the beach, close to their hut.

They noticed me pretty easily, the kids looked at me unsure of what I would do next. I went up to their parents and smiled at them. Jake tapped the sand next to him inviting me to sit down.

I sat down next to him, his wife acting a little bit offended. “I am sorry for how my sister is acting” I said, looking at them. Neytiri continued to ignore me.

Something in Jake’s eyes changed. He leaned towards me, paying more close attention. “I know it must be hard to adapt to a whole new place, I hope I can be of help if you guys need me” I smiled, seeing one of the kids run up to us. I think her name was Tuk. “Dad, who’s this?” She asked.

I smiled at her, “ I am Y/n, I am Ronal’s sister” she flinched at the mention of the name “ and I will help you be a Metkayina” she smiled and she jumped into my arms. My bowl of food long forgotten on the floor as I cooed at the small Na’vi in my arms. Jake was swallowing thickly. “Y/n” he mumbled.

Tuk soon let go of me, bidding goodbye to her parents and going to the hut to sleep. The other three were still playing in the water. Neytiri got up, shot me a glare and left to help Tuk.

“Excuse her, she is still a little bit tired of the changes and movement” Jake said, handing me my bowl. I nodded. “There is no problem, Jake” I smiled at him. His cheeks looked flustered for a moment.

[ Jake’s POV ]

The way my name rolled off her tongue made me want to connect with her right there right now. She was going to be mine. Neytiri will also like her, I know it. Y/n was just the cutest. Her beautiful faces looking concerned about us.

I wanted to kiss her so badly. Since the day we arrived, my eyes landed on her. Neytiri got jealous immediately, but I noticed the longing looks she gave her when she didn’t know I was looking.

Y/n sat ever so sweetly next to me. “Will you help Neytiri and I turn into Metkayinas?” I asked, my voice coming lower than I expected. Was it so obvious how much I want her right now?

“Of course, I know you guys will achieve it” her eyes gleamed with passion. “What is that constellation?” Kiri asked. I was so focused on Y/n I hadn’t seen my own kids walking up to us. Y/n started explaining the stars in the sky, they were different from the Omatikaya. Instinctively, we all sat in a circle, and I began leaning onto her until my chest was almost completely pressed against her back. At first she tensed up, then she relaxed and continue explaining.

[ 3rd Person POV ]

Neytiri watched the scene form afar. Her blood boiling. How dare they?!? She knew her feelings and she knew her mate was Jake, so why did she get such weird feelings for the Metkayina?

And why was Jake so sweet with her?

Neytiri couldn’t stand it. On the other hand, Jake was having a nice bonding time with Y/n. He knew he would try to create a friendship in order for her to like him. Then it would be easier into manipulating her.

Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tuk saw Y/n as a sweet girl, the wouldn’t mind having her around. They had seen (maybe not Tuk, she is too small to notice) the way their parents looked at you. If they needed you to be happy, they would help their parents

[ Few days later ]

Y/n was teaching how to breath underwater to Neytiri and Jake. Well, to be exact, she was teaching Jake with Neytiri sulking in the corner. She wasn’t too fond of Y/n or at least acted like it.

Jake was having some problems so Y/n put her hand in his tummy. “You have to breath from here, feel it in your stomach” she said, breathing at the same time as him. Neytiri’s ear tingled with something that could be mistaken as anger. It was jealousy, she didn’t know for who, but she was jealous. Jake’s breathing became uneven. He felt so nervous having her hand there.

“Jake, are you alright?” The Metkayina woman look at him with concern, a look he knew well. He was nervous, so nervous. Neytiri hissed “my turn” she stated. The woman turned around looking at her. “Okay, Neytiri” her hand left Jake’s body and he felt sad for it, his lip quivering forward.

Neytiri’s way of breathing was good but not as perfect as a Metkayina. Y/n showed her how to do it, when Neytiri felt Y/n’s hand on her tummy, all her emotions exploded. Now she couldn’t deny her like for Y/n. She would mate her, just as she mated Jake.

[ The next days the couple ran into Y/n “casually”. Everywhere the Metkayina woman was, they were there for pure “fate”. The couple had talked between them and wanted Y/n all to themselves. One night they were going to ask her to mate them just as they planned. The Sully kids also wanted Y/n to mate their parents. They saw how happy they were when Y/n was around.]

Y/n walked nervously towards the sore where Jake and Neytiri had asked her to meet. Both of them appeared on their ilu. Y/n smiled at them “you guys have gotten really good at it” she beamed at them with an eyes closed smile. She didn’t see the longing looks they gave her and the flush on their cheeks.

Jake helped her up into his ilu. Her frame being covered by his strong arms and chest. Neytiri hissed softly under her breath. “Where are we going, guys?” She asked. Jake’s voice sounded close to her ears, the vibration of his chest sending chills down her spine. “To a beautiful place Neytiri and I found yesterday” he said. “Not as beautiful as you” both of them thought.

The ilu began moving, reminding Y/n of her proximity of Jake, she felt how his muscles tensed. And she felt her thights touch his. He had his breath hitched in his throat. After a few minutes of comfortable silence and soft moving of the ilus in the water, they reached a place were the bioluminescent plants took turns shining. Ones in (your favorite color) and the others in (your second favorite color).

“We wanted to take you this special place to-“ Jake was cut of by Neytiri. “Mate with us” she demanded. The Metkayina held her braid close to her, she looked at them like they had gone mad.

“Wh-what?” She looked at them dumbfounded, changing the way she was seating to look into both of their eyes.

“What we were trying to say, is” Jake leaned into her, sniffing her scent like a madman. “Is that we both need you, Y/n” he caressed her cheek. “We want you to be ours” his voice lowering into a low purr in his chest.

“But I can’t mate with you, you are already mated together” Y/n sounded completely different of what they had heard her. Her mind was racing.

“But we both want to be with you” Jake pleaded. “And we want you now” Neytiri hissed. She had never been denied of her darling, Jake fell for her in less than a week. So why was Y/n any different? Her patience was running short and her look as darkening every second that passed.

“But, what about me? What if I don’t want to mate with you?” She rejected them “after all, I’ve known you for a few weeks, we’re are from way different clans and you are already mated” she said.

Neytiri and Jake swallowed thickly. This was going to be more difficult than they thought.

Jake’s eyes began to water and he began whimpering into her ears. “Please, please, Y/n” his lips quivered while he pleaded. “You are going to mate us, Y/n” Neytiri confirmed.

“The kids adore you and need you there, we adore you and need you….. I adore you, atta girl, I need you” Jake’s voice seemed soft, even convincing. “You are all we need, all we want and we only want to make you happy and take care of you forever” he said kissing her cheek. She tried to pry him away, but she was falling just a little bit into his schemes. Who would say no to Jake pleading, crying, whimpering and purring.

Neytiri on the other hand was getting dangerously close to to them. Her hand hovering over her knife. “Just say yes, it is not that hard” she hissed. Y/n felt nervous. “Please baby, just say yes to us” Jake said, his tears never ending and his whimpering getting stronger.

Y/n felt nervous. What could she do in such a situation. She felt trapped. And she felt looking at the was getting her more and more nervous. “Please, please” “just say it!” Both of them getting her nervous.

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dean-winchesters-clit · 1 year ago

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Something something during Ed and Stede's first three kisses, they weren't on the same page emotionally

Their first kiss on the beach, Stede was overwhelmed when Ed kissed him. They're whim-prone, and so he said yes to Ed's plans until he was left alone to think about it and started doubting the whole thing. He went from saying "yeah" to saying "I think so", and was not confident at all when Ed told him the plan that night. And then Chauncey appeared and just added to Stede's preexisting doubts and caused him to run away.

Their second kiss, Ed gets overwhelmed when Stede goes "holy shit this is the best thing I've ever felt in my entire touch-starved life please give me more NOW" and pulls away to ask if they can slow down. Stede immediately looks like a kicked puppy until Ed explains that they're both the fish and both need to want to get caught. They end in a good place, but the beginning was a little rocky.

The third kiss, they're both in entirely different headspaces. Stede just murdered someone, the first time he's ever done it intentionally in an attempt to be more of a "proper pirate". Ed believes that the man he loves may have just changed for the worse forever, and they both need some kind of comfort. They both watched the man they love get tortured, they were both afraid of having to watch the other die. They needed reassurance but for totally different reasons.

The final two times we see them kiss, they're finally on the same page. Stede has chosen Ed over piracy, Ed has chosen Stede over fishing. They forgive each other, they love each other, and they kiss and it's beautiful and tender and perfect.

This is kinda reflected in the way each kiss is shot, now that I think about it.

The first kiss is filmed in what are called "over the shoulder" style shots, and the kiss gets obscured for quite a bit because of it and looks awkward because of the intense angle.

The second kiss is filmed first from very far away and then in similar over the shoulder shots as the first one, and the whole scene is very dark which makes it all the harder to see.

Then the third kiss is also far away and the lighting is beautiful but very dim and at a decent angle but there's still something awkward about it.

The final two kisses though? Perfect close up, perfect profile shot, brightly lit and clear. There's no more awkwardness, no more strange angles, no more dim lights and dark shadows. Love, out in the open for each other to see.

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watchingblsnowandforever · 4 months ago

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Ep. 16: The Happily Ever After

Hello! =D

I can't believe this is my last We Are post wow- It feels like just yesterday I was here typing out my first one because I had one too many Thoughts about it. Anyways, not to get too sentimental on main, here you go:

Warning: not a very long post, actually 😊😅

The result of long-term exposure to his boyfriend and his extreme levels of cheesiness hehe

Seriously though, I love how Fang is slowly but surely opening up to loud gestures of love (I think previously, he just wasn't used to loving loudly, he was used to loving with his whole heart but keeping it to himself because he never felt safe enough to express it).

I love how they're from absolutely different faculties and are still studying together like yess go besties who are in love with each other but are too oblivious to realise it!

Peem with Phum usually: *swats at Phum at the slightest sign of PDA even though he really enjoys it*

Peem when others say something about their relationship: So, Phum, what do you say, want me to kiss you senseless right here right now?

(And we all know what Phum's answer is gonna be hehe)

Hasn't even been two minutes in the room and they're already breaking into the bed 😭😭

(I really love this scene btw, the simple fun of it, and even though it's not sensual, it's intimate and very them.)

This pair of besties is gonna kill me istg

They keep hitting me with banger after banger of emotional lines and my heart is already weak don't do this to me 😭😭

Frankly though, I like this scene very much, the "I loved you no matter who i knew you as" and "I have always loved you" of it all really got to me.

Poor Tan 😭

That's why you never brag about something before it gets over Tan-

I love how Fang not only lets him lie on his lap but also scratches his hair hehe

And how Peem doesn't hesitate one bit to give Tan a good smack upside the head 😭

AND THE SCENE WITH TAN "ACCIDENTALLY" LETTING OUT THAT CHAIN HAS A CRUSH ON PUN AND PUN STILL BEING SO DAMN OBLIVIOUS I'M DYING 😭😂😭

I adore this scene a ridiculous amount, but I love even more that it was Phum who planned it like yess he's been wingman-ing his phi and friend since Day 1 and he never stopped.

Others have gaydars, PhumPeem have faen-dars: they know when their faen is looking at them or coming towards them.

Not a bad power to have, honestly. I approve.

THIS SCENE.

THE FRIENDSHIP. THE PAST, PRESENT AND THE FUTURE OF IT.

THE OG 5 (note how Peem is sitting at the centre? It's indicative of how he's the centre of the group and if I had to make an educational guess, probably the reason why they're all together in the first place).

This made me cry.

I have nothing else to say about this except this is one of the best damn shots of this show, which is saying something cause the cinemtaography up till this has been ridiculously good.

Of course. <33

And I'll be writing about how they spill the tea about their respective faens

😳

Tan: *tries to be slow and sexy*

Fang: no. We're doing this now.

Honestly though, this kiss was amazing, as were all their other kisses. Hats off to AouBoom, they absolutely slayed.

Et tu, Toey? T~T

Also another very nice scene.

I knew where this was going (how could anyone not after all those 15 eps) and I think Phum would have definitely gone over to sit on Peem's lap (@Peach thank you for that mental image btw 😭) if not for the structural instability of boats on land (I did sit on once with and trust me, those things maybe super sturdy or whatever in water, but they do NOT belong on land, especially not on the beach).

I-

I'll be right there in the corner sobbing my eyes out if you need me.

The way he kept saying his name, like he was actually tasting it, trying out all the different tones, and the way Phum kept replying, all smiles and soft voice, I-

I can't with these two. They're too damn much for my poor heart.

This also inspired another smut fic but SHUSH

No, nope, not doing this-

SIGH.

Okay, so see how Phum says "Thank you for being a good story in my life?" For Phum, having Peem in his life really does feel like a story, something out of the books he read (headcanon) and something too good to be true. But he's starting to realize that this is true, that Peem is here to stay.

Peem says "Thank you for letting me step into your life" because he knows all the issues Phum has, that it's hard for him to really let people in. But he let Peem in to love him, and Peem is grateful because it gave him someone to love and be the comfort zone for, but also gave him someone who loved him.

In this essay, I will-

BROTHERS-IN-LAW.

Also, no kidding, I got a mental image of Fang and Peem sitting and sipping at their drinks while Phum and Tan argue and compete like children, and when they go too far, Fang and Peem let out this long suffering sigh while they try to pull apart their husbands.

Did I say husbands? Oops-

HEHEHE

I didn't see you denying anything, Fang~

got another fic idea but we don't talk about those

🥺🥺🫶🏼

Okay, about that dinner scene. I actually kinda liked it. The awkwardness of it, the halted conversation, the prompted actions. As with the rest of the series, they kept it real, and I'm glad for it.

A lot of BLs, especially Thai BLs forgive the parents too soon too fast, and I really like they did not do that here.

Phum just (sorta) started on this path of being on talking terms with his dad (not forgiveness, or forgetting what he's done, mind you) and I'm going to be carefully neutral about it. If Phum likes it, well and good. If the father does something Phum doesn't like well *looks at two of my wips specifically* I always keep back-ups.

Peem is never letting that go hehe

(I don't think Phum minds all that much now, because he did end up with Peem, fuck you Kluen)

Also I'm two eps behind on Wandee Goodday and I hear Title finally got a nice boyfriend role? Good for him!

FOREHEAD KISS MY BELOVED.

(...should I change my header again? Nah, I'm happy with what it is rn)

I love how even if it was never explicitly shown beyond Tan, literally everyone and their pets know about Chain and Pun except Chain and Pun 😭😭👍🏼

We Are probably has the most kisses out of all the BLs I've watched and somehow the very last kiss gets the Best Kiss award. Surprising, but well-deserved. The kissed like they were dying and Chain tried to climb Pun like a tree, and I was gleefully watching and cheering them on.

You're covering his eyes, when you've literally made out with him naked, that's some hypocrisy there, Q *raises eyebrows*

One word: roses.

(Did Peem ever tell him? Did Phum figure it out? Does Phum give him roses for every single occasion now? Hm... guess we'll never know... Fic writers, this is your cue-)

'HAPPY' has it's special place 🥺🥺

I now know for sure that the simplicity and boldness of this painting was absolutely on purpose. The other paintings in the gallery are stunning.

Friends. <33

Also, due to Tumblr's restrictions, I couldn't add the last pic, but Peem's/Phuwin's face looks hilarious in the very last shot 😭😂

That's all! See you ne- oh, right. Well, see you the next time I get brainrot so bad about a BL I have to write smut about it hehe.

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have 🍛 (imagine it's your favourite dish)

All my We Are posts.

#we are #we are series #we are the series #phumpeem #tanfang #qtoey #chainpun #thai bl #watching bls: we are #let's talk bl

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werelosingdaylight · 2 years ago

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That’s my girl

Shuntaro Chishiya x Suguru!Reader

Suguru Niragi x Sister!Reader

REQUESTED? Yes • [No]

WORD COUNT: 1330

SUMMARY| Being Niragis sister and Dating Chishiya was bound to cause conflict between you and Your brother, but when Niragi crosses a line by threatening Chishiya in front of you. You decide it’s time for him to get a reminder from when you were kids, and a little warning that if he kept coming after Chishiya, he wouldn’t be able to do it again.

WARNINGS: Violence from Reader to Niragi.

Adm note: Last post for the night! Also, I know that in reality you would never do this to your sibling, or maybe you wouldn’t be able to take down Niragi but it is a fanfiction! I love you all, be sure to let me know what you think!

You loved your brother, truly you did, but he had turned into a completely different person. He was no longer the sweet boy who would help you with homework, or the boy that needed you to scare away his bullies. He became the bully.

You had both been pulled into this game and were separated from each other, when you reunited you didn't even recognize your own blood. After finding out Niragi was your brother, Chishiya asked you out; originally it was just for his plan because he assumed you were just like Niragi. Like brother Like sister, right?

Until he actually ended up falling for you that is, because while you mirrored your brother in certain aspects you also had some of the complete opposite traits. Niragi was a shoot first and ask questions later type of person, where as you went through every possible option and only resorted to killing when there was no other choice.

Your brother was upfront with what he wanted and would take it with no remorse, You would keep what you wanted to yourself and manipulate others into giving it to you but let them think they wanted to give it to you. You were two halves of the same coin.

After falling for your complex mind and you holding his heart in your hands until you crafted its rhythms to only beat for you, he told you about his plan and how originally he was only using you. Of course you had been hurt but after realizing you could die at any moment, and you would rather die in the warmth of his embrace than by yourself just to be another name and face lost in the game of death, you accepted him and his plan.

Everyone in the beach knew who you were, who wouldn't when Niragi shot someone because they accidentally pushed you into the pool, and one thing they noted was that while Niragi was protective of those he loved; you were worse.

While Niragi was quick to kill a threat to the people he loved, you would mentally torture them or beat them so bad that they would start shaking from being in the same room as you. You enjoyed the fear that came from people, and they had quickly learned not to cross you, not because of your brother but because of you.

So, the news of you dating Chishiya had spread faster than a wildfire in a drought, Niragi was not happy with the news and had been threatening Chishiya into breaking up with you. It was only recently that Chishiya decided to confide in you about it, but he also told you not to do anything you would regret.

After that you kept a closer eye on your boyfriend, and you're glad you did because the scene in front of you had your blood boiling. Niragi was in Chishiyas face, his gun pointed to your boyfriends temple but despite the gun to his head Chishiya kept his calm composure

When Niragi was seemingly done he walked away like he had won a big prize. You sent Kuina, without a doubt your closest friend at the beach, who had been standing beside you watching the scene, over to make sure Chishiya was okay; you knew he would say he was fine but you needed to disappear without her stopping you.

Once she had her sights set on Chishiya, you sunk back into the crowd, disappearing from their line of sight as you blended into the sweat covered bodies of the partiers. Your sight was firmly set on your brothers disappearing form, hurrying through the crowd; being careful not to let your two piece untie, you followed after him.

Mentally you cursed his longer legs, both of you had been blessed with legs that made you faster than others; his being long but you had what your mother called 'Athlete Legs'

"Niragi!" You called after your brother once you had escaped other people vision, you were in some alleyway, normally where they disposed of traitors and threw them into the dumpster.

"Hey, little sis. What made you want to pay me a visit?" He asked but his voice was teasing, the way he addressed you had also changed, back in the real world he would affectionately call you 'little monkey' because you enjoyed climbing trees when you were younger, and to be honest you still did, but never got to because you're now an adult and for some reason it's looked down upon for adults to have fun.

Without saying anything you kneed him in the balls, causing him to lurch forward, where you took the opportunity to grab the gun off his shoulders and hit him on the back with it. His head smacked into the concrete with such force that you heard a crack followed by him groaning; you broke his nose.

"I warned you to leave Chishiya alone, this is your second warning. Keep bothering him? I'll make sure you stay down, as of now; you are dead to me. You are not my brother, and if you keep coming after my boyfriend you won't be breathing anymore. Am I understood?" Your voice was cold to the point where a chill went down to Niragis bones, he knew you meant every word you said.

He nodded, blood pouring from his nose as flashbacks faintly played in his head of Highschool; he was no longer in the borderlands but back in the deserted area with his bullies, only now it was you who was squatting beside him without a care for if he was okay.

He felt something cold press against the back of his head as you moved to put the pressure of your knee into his spine, causing pain to course through every atom of his body. "I said; Am I Understood?" Your voice rang out again, somehow even colder than before from not receiving a verbal response.

"Yes. I understand." His words came out weak and scared, for once in the borderlands Niragi was terrified, and it was at the hands of his own sister.

"Good." You threw the gun down the alleyway, knowing by the time he grabbed it you would be gone and even if you weren't he wouldn't have the heart to kill his little sister. Getting off of his back, you made sure to stomp the heel of your foot into his right hand, the same hand he shoots his gun with, until you heard another crack. He wouldn't be shooting the gun for a while.

Making your way out of the alley, while your brother unsteadily got up from the ground, you walked back to the front of the beach. Going to where Kuina stood with Chishiya at her side. "Where did you run off too? I turned around and you were gone." Kuina had asked because Chishiya didn't need too, he knew what you had done and it made his heart warm with a feeling of reassurance; you wouldn't leave him.

"I just had something to take care of." You shrugged off her question like it was nothing, because to you it wasn't. Everyone's attention turning to Niragi who was limping into the main area with a bloodily nose and cradling his broken hand, you didn't miss the glare he shot your way, but underneath that you could see the hurt hidden away in the shadows of his eyes.

"Did you..?" Kuina was cut off by you raising an eyebrow at her and responding as you grabbed Chishias hand that rested in his jacket pocket.

“No one gets to mess with my boyfriend except for me, not even my brother.” Kuina looked taken aback by your response, not even hiding the fact that you had injured Niragi, nor were you worried about the fact that he might come after you.

Meanwhile, Chishiya felt nothing but pride bubble in his chest as he thought ‘That’s my girl.’

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colleybri · 5 months ago

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One of the greatest hugs in any film

Interview question: “Do you think Cassian and Jyn would have managed to connect even more due to their shared life experiences if they had even more time?”

Diego Luna: “Obviously! What a good question. I think that hug represents everything that could have been but was not and everything that was too, because that hug meant they were part of something together and I believe that union lasts forever”.

One of the single best story decisions that was made in Rogue One was this incredible hug between Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor, as they await death from the blast of the Death Star.

It’s sad enough just in the context of the film. After Season 1 of Andor, it’s even more moving. I think some of us will be emotional wrecks after Season 2.

One thing I’m starting to realise only now is how Jyn’s story, as revealed in the film (and the novelisation), reflects Cassian’s so much. She was also a child of war, displaced and effectively orphaned, adopted before being forced to embark on a new life. She had it even worse than him, in many ways. But just like him she had an early zeal to fight, which she similarly went on to lose because of the bitter pain that commitment caused. She becomes disillusioned and cynical about the Rebellion. It takes a combination of hard knocks and a resulting realisation of the desperate NEED to fight the Empire - in order to preserve all that they hold dear - to radicalise both of them to the extent that they are willing to sacrifice their lives for the cause.

Cassian is already in that place - he reached it five years before. But in Season 2 I expect we will see further challenges, see the desperately awful things he might have to do and what else he will need to sacrifice ahead of his actual life. Sacrifices that wear down his soul, bit by bit. Luthen’s monologue hangs over everything. “ I burn my life for a sunrise I know I’ll never see.” It’s a bitter irony that Cassian is frequently placed in sun-rising imagery, culminating in the ‘sun’ of the explosion.

Jyn, in Rogue One, seems to be the spiritual shot in the arm that Cassian needs. In the same way that being inspired by his love for Clem, Maarva and Bix helps to spur him on in the Season 1 finale (when the chances of successfully rescuing Bix must seem non-existent) Jyn seems to me to be the crucial reminder for Cassian of why he is doing all this in the first place. Her love for her father stops him from obeying the order to kill him. He just can’t do it. He can’t put someone he is growing to care about through the same agony he went through himself.

In the end, neither can live with themselves if they don’t fight. But both of them are fighting for the right reason: love.

The hug is platonic and therefore perfect because it’s universal, in a way: we can imagine - in their final seconds - that they can both see and feel the warmth and the arms of every single person in their lives who they ever loved in any form: parents, siblings, lovers, friends. And of course they also die feeling the arms of each other - bound together by their fight and sacrifice but also an embrace with someone they might have gone on to know, and to love, if the universe had been a kinder place.

It’s one of the most perfect and beautiful death scenes in any film I’ve seen.

But it’s also heart-crushingly sad.

‘What could have been’.

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I think the earlier elevator scene is where they acknowledge the loss of what they could have had together. Cassian stares at Jyn with unblinking focus but he looks like he’s dying already from his injuries, and Jyn - not yet knowing for sure that she’s about to die too - looks completely devastated. By the time they reach the beach and see the blast approaching both of them look accepting of their fate… and I imagine that they can use their final moments to internally say their spiritual goodbyes to everyone they ever loved in their lives - and to each other. They are content to die together. They are at peace as they “become one with the Force”.

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The sand is coarse on his fingers as he tightens the embrace and closes his eyes. Her face had been that of the last being he will see, and he is at peace with that. After all, she had already started to mend his broken soul and remind him of why he was doing all this in the first place.

Love.

She is warm against him, her grip intensifying his physical pain, and intensifying whatever is going on now in his soul. They hug as if in the hope of keeping each other whole, the hope of somehow stopping the inevitable coming-apart. Almost as if to stop time and be forever in this state of in-between.

But there is no time at all.

So he thinks he will imagine that the light is coming from her, her bright spirit - her hot molten core - soldering and melting them into one being.

‘I don’t know where you end or where it is that I begin.’

Extract above from ‘Dawn Chorus’ chapter 5:

Diego Luna interview:

’ I don’t know where you end or where it is that I begin’ - from the song ‘Vision’ by Peter Hammill.

#andor #cassian andor #star wars andor #rogue one #jyn erso #jyn x cassian #diego luna #star wars #death scene #make every hug count #these beautiful characters died so well #I love their deaths #but I also hate that they died and wanted them to live #what might have been #andor fic #rogue one fic

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hotvintagepoll · 8 months ago

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Propaganda

Deborah Kerr (Bonjour Tristesse, An Affair to Remember, The King and I)— For several decades she held the record for most Oscar nominations without a win (6 in total), and she was a prolific leading lady throughout the 40s and 50s. She's best known today for the romance An Affair to Remember with Cary Grant, and as the governess in The King and I. Many people have this erroneous perception of her as extremely prim, proper, and virginal, but this could not be further from the truth. When she first came to Hollywood under MGM she was typecast into boring decorative roles, but broke sexual boundaries for herself and Hollywood generally in From Here to Eternity, when she made out (horizontally!) with Burt Lancaster (on top of him!) in the famous Beach Scene. She went on to play many sexually conflicted women, a character type that would define most of her post- Eternity work. She continued to break Hays Code boundaries with Tea and Sympathy, which addresses homosexuality/homophobia head-on, and even did a topless scene in The Gypsy Moths 1969!! One of the only classic stars to do so. She deserves a more nuanced and frankly a hotter legacy than she currently has!!!

Hend Rostom (Cairo Station, Eshaat Hob)— Egyptian movie star called the "Marilyn Monroe of the East", need anyone say more

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Hend Rostrom:

Deborah Kerr:

I think she was one of my first crushes before I realised I was bi in The King and I when I watched it as a kid honestly. The kissing scene in From Here to Eternity is iconic for a reason. Actually tried to learn the accents for the characters she was playing if they weren't English which is more than pretty much anyone else was doing then. Played very restrained characters who frequently seemed to be desperate not to be so restrained. Did horror movies without venturing into hagsploitation tropes. Gave Marni Nixon the credit she deserved for her share of the singing in The King and I.

Anne Larsen is a peak late 1950s bisexual with big MILF energy. Have you seen the behind the scenes pics of her wearing a suit?? Have you????? Vote Deb as Anne Larsen.

Nominated for an Oscar six (6) times and never won, but besides her having actual talent (hot), and besides her looking Like That (very hot, also beautiful), she was always playing women who are, like, crazy repressed. Which makes it fun and easy for me to read these characters as queer. Icon!!!! You know what's hot? Playing ambiguously gay in vintage Hollywood.

Her face and talent and body, yes, ofc, duh. But also!!! Her HANDS!!!! I may be but a simple lesbian, but she is the best hactor (hand actor) that ever lived and that's HOT! For propriety's sake I feel I must redact a large portion of my commentary on this subject. Anyway. She's hot in her most famous roles (mentioned above), and also some of her sexiest hacting is on display in An Affair to Remember (her hand on the bannister when Cary Grant kisses her off-screen??? HELLO???), Tea and Sympathy (when she's trying to persuade Tom not to go out and she keeps flexing her hands like she wants to reach out to him but can't??? ALLY BEHAVIOR! WE STAN!), and The Innocents (which opens and closes with extended shots of her hands bc director Jack Clayton was also an ally and he did that for ME). Much of her appeal also lies in the fact that she often played deeply repressed characters and you know what's hot? When those uptight characters finally unravel. It's sexy. It's cathartic. It's erotic. Plus, she's beautiful to look at in both black & white and technicolor, and the more of her films you see, the more you can't help but fall in love!

Literally is in thee most famously sexy scene of all time (or maybe just during the hays code era which is what we're talking about HELLO), which is the beach scene with Burt Lancaster in from here to eternity. To quote a tumblr post of a screen capture of a tweet of a video of joy behar on the view: "y'know, there used to be movies where they were kissing on the beach... From Here to Eternity. They're kissing-- Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr are Kissing on the Beach and then the WAVES crash!! You know exactly what they did!"

She might have a reputation of being chaste and virginal or whatever, but we all know it's the quiet ones who are certifiable FREAKS

#deborah kerr #hend rostom #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2

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dragon-ashes1485 · 2 months ago

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TROP s2 ep7. A rant.

Firstly, this episode has been such a joy to watch, secondly, my heart rate is concerning.

Galadriel:

I loved the scene where she was in the cage, completely ready to die, because she wants to make things right. The scene with Celebrimbor was fantastic, at any moment I expected it to actually be Sauron, but the gentle way she talks to him and held his face like a child broke my heart. Phenomenal acting on both sides and the music was also amazing. Her kindness towards Arondir broke me. Her advising him against seeking out Adar was pure irony given her hunt against Sauron.

Galadriel sneaking around in that orc cloak was so stressful, even though we know she lives.

She seems kinder than in previous episodes, perhaps a result of no longer being around the ring? Or maybe she's just realising everything is going wrong. Either way, can't wait to see where her character goes next.

Elrond:

This guy. I loved how at first he looked ready for battle, but that he was also terribly afraid. But something seemed to switch in his character when his horse was killed and his pure anger there really shocked me. Also absolute savage for sending that orc flying.

I would like to take a moment to admire that he pauses to briefly mourn his horse.

The stunts that he performed are insane in this episode, and I love how Arondir keeps him safe throughout the later part of the battle.

"Durin will come" was such an important part to me, Elrond really looks like a young boy, as if he were sat on the beach during the third kinslaying again. I think the way that was portrayed was breathtaking.

And how he sits, looking up at Adar, completely ready to give in, broke me, he is utterly defeated. He has been abandoned once more (I know there were reasons but that's probably how Elrond feels). He then tries to stab Adar, but it is clear from where he aims for that he doesn't want to kill Adar, he wants to hurt him. His sigh when Adar got the ring kind of made me laugh, he's so done with all this crap.

I can't wait to see the aftermath of this.

Minor characters:

Camnir: so glad he was not in this episode or I would have cried.

Vorohil: please let this guy live. I will be sad.

Rian: I am sad. But absolute props to her for that savage arrow in her final moments.

Narvi: he just watched his kin be killed by his own king...let Narvi be ok.

Celebrimbor:

Ow. I hurt. Charles Edwards is an absolute gem, no he may not "look right" for Celebrimbor, but his potrayal of Celebrimbors descent was amazing.

Also, props to the set team for the scene where the forge transforms into its true state.

He tries so hard to fight against Sauron, he literally cuts his own thumb off. His own. Thumb. And when he's caught by the guards, he tries so hard to explain. I was so scared they'd just hand him back to Sauron until Galadriel showed her face.

I feel like I need to mention Mirdania. She was another product of Sauron's deception. Her death was horrifying and...I just can't even. Her naivety to believe "Annatar" about Celebrimbor, a man she greatly admired, was so sad, and then for her to spend her last moments believing that Celebrimbor had killed her? Ouch.

Celebrimbor tried so hard to escape, only to do what a true lord of Eregion would do, return to the only place he could protect it from, and the place he had just escaped. His bravery really shines through, and in the end it is he who comforts Galadriel.

ps: shot on the left is fantastic.

Sauron:

Still a bitch. But now with Darth Vader powers for some reason. Probably about to destroy Alderaan. I have no more to say.

Adar:

Yea I'm expecting a full orc rebellion next episode. He doesn't care as much as he did about his children which is why they were loyal to him in the first place. Glûg stayed behind when the others went to fight so I think that says a lot. It'll be interesting to see where that goes. I also hate him now because Arondir.

Durin:

Durin's speech was so middle-earthy I loved it. And then it goes to shit. I love that he got Narvi on side. The scene where he sees Elrond again means so much to me, there has not been enough of these two in this series and I really hope ep8 rectifies that, particularly after what happened (or rather, didn't happen) on the battlefield.

I love that Durin admires Elrond's new hair, as he should, it is fabulous. ALSO WHERE IS DISA. I swear if Disa dies, then I do too.

Look at this dwarf in his element. Also eff his dad, his dad is a prick.

He's really starting to come into his own, fighting against the evil. And you can see later how much his father's actions hurt him because not only does it mean he can't aid Eregion, but his father has killed dwarves. His own kind.

Amazon, please be kind to Durin next episode.

Gil-Galad:

Not much to say except from look at this boi in all his regalia. Love it when you see a monarch actually in the fighting, makes you like them. Especially as Gil-Galad has not been the most likeable chap this series.

Arondir:

Anyone needs me, I will be crying. That's all I have to say.

Overall thoughts on episode:

Battle sequence was 10/10. The effort put into this show amazes me. Fantastic acting from everyone, namely Charles Edwards, Charlie Vickers, Robert Aramayo and Morfydd Clark (ok fine, everyone). Well done to all the stunt horses as well, such good horses. Bear McCreary's soudntrack shone this episode, including so many characters themes. Also the last ballad of Damrod in the credits!

I am both anticipating and dreading next episode. What will happen with Celebrimbor? And what of Khazad-Dum? How will Adar use the ring? And will we need a box of tissues?

#I am sorry for the long rant but I live with people who don't watch TROP and I cannot infodump #therefore the Internet is my way of releasing ep7 feels.#This was no ones day #If disa dies I die #this was not elrond's day #I nearly had a heart attack this whole episode #Can you blame me.#thank you for coming to my ted talk #the rings of power #trop season 2 #galadriel #gil galad #elrond #Ps im glad we can put the thankfully platonic kiss behind us at last.#Someone kills your horse then yeet them at a wall #Said by Elrond probably #I just had to say all this otherwise I won't sleep tonight #crappy quality strikes again #Im sorry

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 8 months ago

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I want more than anything to see what the original cut of Mermen was like. Just before the cancellation, DJenks was joking on Twitter about how it was originally 40 minutes long, and I don't know if that was just a joke but truly I have no doubt it was. The s1 finale was also longer and I can't even imagine what it would've been like if it had needed to be cut down to under 30 minutes.

Mermen is one of my absolute favorite episodes. The lovely letter scene and the scene were Stede and Ed fight to each other across the beach are both so good, they're some of my favorite moments in the entire show. It's one of my favorite episodes but on a technical level I think it's easily the worst in the entire show. The pacing is so fucked up. It's such an Izzy-heavy episode in a way that's kinda jarring, the cuts are all over the place, you can see people change positions in the backgrounds of shots, it's just kind of sloppy in a way OFMD usually isn't. I will say the pacing feels better on rewatch, but on first watch it feels kinda breakneck and weird.

Genuinely, I think they did the best they could with what they had! And I still think it's better than 99% of other shows out there! But there is just so much obviously missing from this episode. Imagine what s1e10 would've been like if they'd had to cut it down to under 30 minutes - Mermen needed time to breathe. There are things so obviously missing - the plan to escape pretty obviously should've been more involved than "dress up and run to the boat" based on character reactions, Ricky got like nothing to do other than get monologued at, I mourn a conversation where Ed and Stede actually got to talk about retiring together.

It feels extra insulting, after the cancellation, that s2 was hobbled the way it was with the shorter episode times, and this episode is just so representative of that. I would give anything to see this epiode the way it was intended.

#ofmd #our flag means death

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that-ari-blogger · 1 year ago

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Critical Role's Previous Cameraman

I put up a post the other day about critical role's new animated introduction and I couldn't help but notice a sudden spike in the analytical stuff that I don't really understand. A more tech orientated friend of mine informed me that this was a good thing, actually. So, I thought I might capitalise on that and examine the previous campaign's opening sequence through the same lens and do some more analysis.

Let me explain.

SPOILERS AHEAD

One notable thing about this song is when it starts. Exactly eleven seconds in. That's eleven seconds of wait before the final payoff. You catch glimpses of what's happening above, but nothing else.

And that is a key theme of this campaign. The unseen. The Mighty Nein was a party characterised by trauma, and a lot of the time, you don't see that, you only see glimpses. A flash of a fight they told you about, and the sensation of drowning.

But then we meet Fjord.

He's falling, and I'd like to point out the direction in which he is falling. You will notice the scars on his back, signifying he was probably in the process of running away, or was betrayed by someone, and he is falling towards those scars. Backwards. There is also a neat thing of falling away from the light, into the darkness, into the unknown. THis is someone out of control, leaning into the pain. And what is it that sees that?

There is a reason Uk'otoa's design looks so much like a leach. The creature is a parasite, it doesn't find someone strong to break down, it found someone weak, and at its mercy, and brought him under its control. What this shot does is highlight that creature's opportunistic nature, but it also associates it very clearly with the visual of that eye.

And it's that eye that carries through. When Fjord washes up on the beach, when he is finally safe, he carries with him a little piece of Uk'otoa, a little piece of that trauma.

It's also notable of that it is an eye. It's obvious, but it colours his vision, and changes how he views the world. Its effects aren't physical, but mental.

Beaureguard Lionet is a fighter. Not in the sense of class, because she isn't but in the sense of personality. Beau is a fighter in the sense that her first reaction to any problem is to punch it.

This transition is a wipe transition, but its important because of what it uses. It uses the opportunity to show off the uniforms of Beau's attackers, because otherwise the shadows of the rest of the shot make them hard to make out. These are wearing the same robes as her. Whoever they are, they are part of a team of some kind with her, they are people she should be able to trust, but look at how much damage they have done to her. Look at how heavily she is breathing. And look at what Beau does in response.

She fights back. This is how the animation gets across this character. She isn't complex, she doesn't need a great explanation, she doesn't have different sides to her, she just hits things until they stop being a problem.

I will also point out her eyes again. They are blue, not an unnatural eye colour, but they are the same blue as her robes, and the robes of those who are attacking her. Once again, the has warped the vision of its recipient, and in this case, it's creating a cycle of violence as all she knows how to do, is hit things.

We don't see Nott The Brave for a while in this animatic. We instead see, once again, the eyes. But I also want to point out that this was made before we knew about Veth. So we were just seeing the scared goblin.

This is as close as we get in this scene, and its Nott actively hiding from the light. The warmth scares her, and for good reason, its the same heat that we see emanating from her eyes. Once again, the trauma that has contaminated a character's vision is changing their reactions to the world.

And with that, I would like to talk about Jester, and I would like to do that in context.

The term "foil" in the context of a character was actually popularised by William Shakespear, who handily explained the metaphor for us.

"And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glitt'ring o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off."

Put in English, I shine brighter when you have something to compare me to. And this is what a foil character is, a character who brings about elements in other characters that can easily be missed, or who shows off by contrast their personalities.

Jester is one of the two characters in the Mighty Nein who is not a child of trauma, and her introduction shows that. She reacts to her life by laughing, and contrast that with everyone else. Fjord reaches for a sword, the item of his trauma; Beau tries to fight her trauma despite that approach clearly not working; and Nott hides from it, unable to reach out for help.

And it is notable that the first time we see an adult Jester, she looks normal (if a bit over cheerful), then is immediately contrasted with the rest of the Nein.

This not only shows just how different her demeanour is from the rest of the crew, but it shows her effect on them. She makes them all smile. Jester and Caduceus are very much support characters in the truest sense of the word. They support others. Jester shows genuine kindness towards everybody else, and it reflects onto them.

This shot is neat but not too special. Its a tracking shot on the hat of all things, because thats what important here, and it shows the traveling dynamic of the group. It's a tiny bit of tension in an otherwise calm scene, so the camera is steady, but speeds up slightly to match the movement of the object, then comes to a stop when it is caught. There is very little stress, but there is a sense of comradery.

Similarly, this shot establishes some stakes with a rising pan to show the scale of the threat and to show some more information, but it is hardly a monster, so the camera isn't really in a hurry.

Enter Caleb Widogast, born in fire. I don't think they could write a more thematic entrance if they tried. An abrupt cut shows the night, then it is entirely consumed by fire, only to reveal Caleb.

There is no motion here. The camera is stock still. This is the exact same thing with Ashton and FCG in the Bell's Hells. Caleb is disassociating from the heat in front of him, and there is a fascinating reason behind that. Caleb has two characters that need to be introduced to better understand him, the man, and Bren, the boy.

The flames consume the screen again, and then part to show a boy, staring at the screen, in horror. This is what you need to know about this character, this is a character forged in flames, born from the Ashes. Bren is dead, Caleb Widogast remains.

And this shot, with Caleb, Astrid and Eadwulf silhouetted against the fire, shows what kind of trauma we are talking about, and what effect it has. This is guilt, and in contrast with the rest of his party, this guilt is paralysing.

Yasha, however, is introduced in a calm way, in contrast to everything around her. The camera shows you a woman, meditating, and then pans backwards to reveal this:

This is a woman surrounded by bloodshed, who has made a concerted effort to look away from it, and to look to the Storm Lord for guidance. This is a woman looking for healing, in comparison to everyone else, but that looking doesn't change the fact that that trauma is still there.

The next few scenes are cool, but don't really add anything to this analysis and I only have a few more images I can show here, so I'm going to skip to Taliesin's characters.

Caduceus has two introductions. One is this shot, which is a cool action shot of him casting an epic spell and vanquishing a crowd of enemies. But instead of the incredibly animated (in the sense of exaggerated poses) nature of his companions, Caduceus clay is calm and collected. He is unquestionably the anchor of the group, and where Jester contrasts them emotionally, Caduceus does so on a philosophical level. Caduceus is a gardener of fungus.

Mushrooms and other fungi are recyclers, they grow on dead trees and creatures and give a forest new life. They clear out the debris and make way for new things to take hold. That's what Caduceus does for the Nein, he helps them get through their trauma so that Jester can help them improve and become better.

Caduceus's actual introduction is muted, and there's a point to that. He's not trying to be the main character, you don't need to understand his family life to understand him. You need to understand that can stand in a graveyard and see the light, that he is at peace with what has gone before him and helps people to get past it, and that his entire mission, to regrow the grove, isn't to bring back what is lost, but to help regrow something new in its place instead of the blight that lingers there.

Mollymauk is introduced as a weapon transformed into a grave. That is what this transition is and I think that's really important. Mollymauk is, very clearly, a repurposed soul. He isn't the first person to inhabit that shell, and he isn't the last. I also want to point out how this character is represented here, not with a heroic memory, but with a quiet moment or remenicing on times gone by. He is a shadow that haunts the Nein.

This is by far the simplest shot in the entire video, and that's because it isn't telling you anything. You bring your own emotions to the table here, you bring the memories to the grave, that's how grieving works.

Once again, there is more to this video, but I'm only allowed to put 30 images in a single post. So I leave you with a quote from Niel Gaiman.

"Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten."

DnD likewise, and all TTRPGs for that matter, are powerful because in them, with a little bit of help from friends, any monster, no matter how personal, can be defeated.

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lovableapocalypse · 1 year ago

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dial drunk

bradley "rooster" bradshaw x fem!wife!reader

wc- 1.5k

warnings- cursing, established relationship, police station?

a/n- wife reader fyi!! i hope you guys enjoy. i saw noah kahan at acl over the weekend and was inspired to finally finish this wip. lol. also this scene from greys. love u all. lmk anything you want to see!!!

The room was crowded and humid. The open doors that led to the beach were blowing in a smooth breeze, but it was doing little to soothe your anxiety.

Bradley was late. He tended to be on time, at most 10 minutes behind, and even then he’d always message you to let you know. So this was starting to concern you. Everyone was supposed to meet at the Hard Deck at 7 tonight, yet here you were still watching the door, 45 minutes later.

Penny had tried to assure you he could be in traffic, given it was a Friday night, but you heavily doubted it. You were burning holes into the doorway and silently begging for his tanned self to just walk through.

You glanced at your phone for what felt like the 100th time and shot Bradley yet another message.

7:10 PM

You okay?

7:30 PM

Hello??

7:47 PM

Are you asleep? Where r u

You were trying not to call attention to his absence, but your frequent calls and angry typing weren’t fooling anybody. You were getting irritated. You inhaled sharply as you now scanned the back doors. This was supposed to be a Dagger Squad (and family) night, and it bothered you that Bradley wasn’t here.

You feel your phone vibrate in your fist, and the local unknown number showcased on your screen confuses you. You quickly move around bodies and step out into the cooling night on the back patio, answering the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi baby.”

It’s his voice. You know it is, but you still ask, “Bradley?”

You hear him clear his throat on the other end of the line, “Yeah, it’s me.”

“Where are you? It's almost 8 already. Everyone’s asking where you are- me included.”

“Yeah, about that,” You can hear the disappointment in his voice and can practically see him running his hands over his face, “I need you to come get me.”

“What?”

“Please.”

“Where are you?”

You hear muffled noise in the background of the call and your brows furrow further as you try to decipher where he is.

He sighs and mumbles, “I need you to come bail me out.”

Your head shoots up from where you were studying your feet on the deck, and your voice raises as you respond, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Bradley’s response isn’t immediate, he could tell you were pissed and confused and he knew his answer would only anger you more. “Look, I’ll explain, I promise- just please come.”

You pull the phone away from your face, dumbfounded that your husband was asking you to come bail him out.

You hear him mutter another “Please” before you hang up the phone and storm back into the Hard Deck.

Your quick angry pace gathered attention from others and as you harshly grab your purse off the bar top, Hangman approaches you.

“You alright?” He questions.

“I have to go bail Bradley out of fucking jail.”

Jake’s jaw parts before he shakes off his initial reaction and places a calming hand over your shaking ones.

“Fuck- okay, I’m coming with you.”

“No- Jake it’s fine. Just stay here and make sure everyone’s good.”

“Let me drive you. You probably need time to cool off anyway.” He gave you a look that said he knew he was right and you just huffed and headed out the doors.

Jake quickly followed and unlocked his truck in an effort to help. Selfishly, he wanted to see Rooster behind bars for himself, but he also acknowledged you might need someone’s help right now too.

He hastily pulled out of the bar and headed down the main roads. He kept glancing at you and your expression was one of utter disbelief. You were repeatedly shaking your head and trying to think of any plausible explanation for why your husband was arrested.

Jake swung into the police station and parked. You took some of your anger out on the passenger door, slamming it open and closed. You felt your anger multiply as you marched toward the station.

You had dressed up for this evening. You wore your favorite summer dress and had even taken the time to style your hair. Now that would be wasted on police officers and other arrestees.

Jake was quick behind you, not wanting to miss a single moment of this. You pulled the front door open and your irritation was clear as day. The receptionist asked you how she could help, and your response was anything but pleased, “My husband asked me to come bail him out.”

She gave you a sympathetic look. “Name?”

“Bradshaw. Bradley Bradshaw.” You shot out. Jake huffed a laugh from behind you, and you whacked his arm in annoyance.

“Right,” the receptionist typed on her computer. “He’s here.”

She asked for your ID and had Jake stay in the front lobby while you followed her back to the holding cell. You could see him. He was sitting on the bench in the cell with his head in his hands. He seemed to be rubbing his eyes in frustration with the heel of his hands.

“Bradshaw.” You spit as you approach the bars. His head shoots up and he stands fast, moving towards you.

“Hey honey.” He says as he grabs onto the bars of the cell. The two other guys in there with him laugh and observe you.

“What the hell?” You ask. Bradley leans towards you through the bars and shakes out an embarrassed laugh. You raise your brows in question and he knows he can’t avoid an explanation any longer.

He glances at the receptionist behind you and at the idle cops at their desks, and exhales quietly, “I was speeding.”

“You got thrown in jail for speeding?” Your tone is incredulous.

He bows his head and leans more of his weight onto the bars. When he finally glances back up at your expectant expression he admits, “I was being a dick to the cop. He didn’t like my sarcasm I guess. Or he just had no sense of humor.” His eyes move to who you guess is the cop that arrested him and he shakes his head again.

You sigh. Bradley reaches through the bars and clasps your hand in his. He can feel your irritation radiating off of you, but also the ridiculousness of it all. He pulls you closer and you let him. He gives you a smirk you know all too well, and he places a soft kiss on your lips through the metal.

You shake your head and turn around to the receptionist, “What do I need to sign to get him out?”

You hear Bradley’s airy laugh behind you and the woman leads you to a desk to fill out the correct forms. The cop was nice enough to not formally charge Bradley with anything, just wanted to teach his smart mouth a lesson.

Once you’ve signed the appropriate forms and taken an opportunity to chat to your lovely local officers, mostly to watch Bradley squirm impatiently, a cop takes the keys and walks to the cell. Bradley steps back and watches him unlock the giant door.

A now free man, Bradley approaches you steadily. As much as you’re annoyed and want to give him grief for his earlier absence, you’re glad he’s safe and okay. He reaches for you and you meet him in an embrace. He places a soft kiss to the side of your head and you sigh into him.

“Please don’t ever call me from a police station again.”

He squeezes you tighter and nods but then says, “I make no promises.” His laughter is muffled as you shake your head and audibly groan in annoyance. You lightly smack his abdomen and start walking back out.

Bradley follows behind you and when you reenter the lobby Jake is still patiently waiting, now sitting in one of the available chairs.

Bradley stops short when he notices his colleague and friend. “You brought Hangman?” He sounds offended.

Jake’s smile is contagious as he peers up from the magazine he was browsing. “She sure did. Wouldn’t miss this for the world Rooster.”

You can’t help but laugh at your husband's look of betrayal. You shrug, “I’m sorry Roo, he offered to drive.”

Bradley shakes his head and fully enters the room. You hear him mutter a “Jesus Christ,” under his breath as he rubs his hands over his face.

Jake stands and is still grinning like an idiot. He starts to head for the door when you ask, “Wait. B, where’s your car?”

He looks like he was hoping you wouldn’t ask that question. “On the side of interstate 8 probably.”

You’ve got to be kidding me. Bradley can see the further disappointment on your features and leans in to peck your lips. “I’m sorry.” He whispers.

“I’ll drop you.” Jake sighs.

You say nothing and just shake your head, grabbing Bradley’s hand and leading him out of the station.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fic #tgm #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster x you #rooster top gun #rooster fanfic #top gun maverick x reader #top gun maverick x you #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #tgm fanfic #tgm fic #bradley rooster x reader #do not copy #my writing

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paraphwrites · 1 month ago

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solve this | save us | haunted | wanna play

so an entire 0 people asked, so i'm going to overanalyze the words written in the fog on the windows in the dbd series photo from netflix. so there are the four main characters in the shot, & the four above phrases written on the window. & yes it's spooky oo nothing more to say but god knows i have never let something be

"wanna play" i think refers to edwin. because, the baby dolls tortured him in hell. because he was killed as a game, not actually as an attempt to murder him. but, beyond that, it's "play" because to edwin, solving cases is not a game. it is a serious matter, not something to muck around in. further, i imagine edwin thinks he does not play ("i am not a child, charles, i do not play") even tho obviously he does play with charles (re: the cluedo closet, the boxing scene). so it shows how edwin actually can be very un-uptight, even if he rarely admits it. finally, edwin is this line because edwin is, in essence, played with by every man who loves him. simon plays with his life, monty plays with his afterlife, thomas plays with his sexuality - even if it is not meant to do harm, it is, in essence, a game for all of them. something without risks or consequences. so the phrase "play" haunts edwin, because everything has consequences, everything

"solve this" i would put as charles. because charles is a detective, and he solves cases. but, because charles is a detective, and he feels he has to solve cases, not because he thinks he is morally obligated to, but because he thinks it is his job. not job like employment, job like his only function. charles does not think he is inherently worth anything, he thinks he has to prove his value by solving cases and being the brawn and helping out. additionally, i think charles likely has some from of pathological need to solve people's problems. that breakdown on the beach that's something like "i can't help crystal, i can't stop the devlin's from being killed, i can't fix whatever's going on with you." yeah, that.

"haunted" refers to crystal, who is haunted by david, but also by london and all the shit she left behind there. even though crystal cannot remember her trauma, she is still haunted by the ghosts of her wrong-doings, and david. but i also think it touches on the generational trauma that all of the women in her family would have had to go through, discovering their powers on their own. seeing ghosts & magical creatures & having no one to talk to about it. also, i think it gets to the point of crystal has no living friends other than niko who is lowkey preoccupied in that igloo. she's haunted (in a good way) by charles and edwin because they are her friends, even if they're ghosts. but, it also gets at the main point- she's haunted. she's alive. she's not a part of them. she's not actually a part of their world. crystal exists in this messy middle where she's not a ghost but all her friends are, and she is a human but she doesn't belong with humans. she's haunted by the fact that she never truly belongs anywhere

"save us" is, i like to think, about niko. because niko, fundamentally, is kind. she listens to tragic mick's story & that's important because it showcases how she takes time to care about what is important to other people. though niko can be less brave at times, she is kind above all else. so, she saves the sprites, even though they're mean. niko saves people not with cricket bats or psychic abilities or incredible insight but by taking the time to appreciate someone's existence. niko represents an accessible form of goodness, because we can all listen and appreciate. her kindness is quiet and that is important. she doesn't save people out of a savior complex or some form of obligation. she doesn't even really mean to. it's just her nature. she's just kind.

or yk maybe the words were just kinda spooky & i'm reading too much into it! i had fun either way

#i could see a case for most combinations #but that's my two sense #dead boy detectives #charles rowland #edwin payne #crystal palace #niko sasaki #save dead boy detectives

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spacebagfullofstars · 2 months ago

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Honda Oddysey Scene but in Evolution

This is a snippet of my X Men Evolution Deadpool AU that's been on my mind lately. Inspired by the most talked about scene in Deadpool and Wolverine

It was hard to tell when exactly the night rolled around. It was still dawn when they arrived in San Francisco and they haven't left their beaten up meat truck since.

Wolverine was still driving without any kind of direction. His mask was on, but his frown was visible through it. Deadpool, driving shot gun, seemed to had completely dissociated himself from his surroundings. He was switching between radio stations and trying to find the right music. The mutant, unfortunately, had to suffer through each song whenever the other man changed his mind. Currently, they were listening to Cher's 'If I Could Turn Back Time'.

A few seconds passed. Another switch, they were listening to 'War' by Edwin Starr.

Another few seconds. 'Shake your Groove Thing' by Peaches and Herb.

Another few seconds. 'Sugar, Sugar' by the Archies.

Before another few seconds passed, Wolverine reached out and turned off the radio, momentarily returning his attention on the road. The lack of eye contact and how quickly it happened made it come off as passive-aggresive.

"I was listening to that." Deadpool said, in all his audacity. Logan didn't give him the luxury of response. The mercenary tried to focus on the window, but without the background noise, his need to open his mouth grew stronger.

"I was going to give you half of the cut, you know." He said after a second, looking at Wolverine, who still refused to give him time of a day. "I'd never make it not worth your time. Think whatever you want of me, I treat my business partners with respect."

"You lied to me." Logan suddenly growled. Somehow, he sounded even more angry than usual.

"Strike two, ferret man." Deadpool said, making a peace sign at him. "I said that I needed your help, and I said that the old Hydra base could be of interest to you. Not my fault they didn't have any info on your past. That didn't count as lying, I just didn't tell the whole truth."

The mutant snarled, making Deadpool jump. He saw him gripping the wheel, which he was sure would leave a few dents. Not that he planned on returning the vehicle at that point.

"What? Tell me honestly, would you help me if I came up to you and said: 'Hey, Wolvie! Some rich weirdo paid me to go and steal something from this place that looks like a horror rip-off of Area 51! Also, did I mention that this place is full of freaky water tanks? Also also, did you know that apparently, our healing factor isn't immune to drowning?'"

"Would've been nice knowin' that before you waltzed right into a trap." Logan retorted through gritted teeth.

"You've had your healing factor longer than I have." Wade said, leaning against his seat and crossing his arms. "That one's just on you."

And just like that, Wolverine's buttons were pushed. Without any warning, he made a sharp turn. Deadpool regretted not tightening his seatbelt when he had the chance as he crashed onto the door next to his seat. The truck fell off the road and down the hill. It was far from a pleasant experience, but thankfully, it survived to tell the tale. It landed on a beach right under their road. It was empty, so the mutant parked on its sand.

As soon as the vehicle stopped, he swung and punched Wade in the face. The mercenary screamed, hiding it in his hands. He was lucky that he wore his red mask because he was pretty sure Logan broke his nose.

"Dude-!" Wade shouted. Before he fully recovered, he felt a strong grip on his neck. Now that Logan wasn't focusing on the road, all of his rage was directed at him.

"You want an apology? Fine, I'm sorry!" The mercenary managed, holding onto the hand crushing his neck. "If I knew you'd be so mad, I'd ask that brute Sabertooth to come! But I didn't, because I like you more!"

Logan roared as he slammed him against the back of the seat.

"You lied to me! You wasted my time! And because of you, we're bein' hunted down like animals!" The mutant's voice was barely there with all those grunts.

"I didn't lie!-"

"Yes, you did! You used my lost memories against me! You knew how much it meant to me to regain them and you still manipulated me into doin' your dirty work! You used me as a weapon, just like everyone else!"

"... Oh, boo-freaking-hoo!" Deadpool frowned, growing more defensive. That shift caught Wolverine off guard. "Little Wolverine can't remember his first day in new school! Guess what, jerk, I don't remember much after my experimentation either! But I don't let that hold me back! Here are some hard pills to swallow: You're so desperate to know your past that you let me of all people make a monkey out of you! Me! Keep trusting the wrong guys and soon you won't even have a future to look forward to!"

After he finished, he looked back at Wolverine. He was staring at him with this empty look that freaked him out even more than the angry snarl. Suddenly, he let him go and Wade fell back on his seat. He coughed and massaged his neck.

"Look, Wolv. I'm sorry." He tried, because he couldn't handle seeing him like this anymore. "Really, I am. But take it from me, maybe it's better to just forget... No hard feelings?..."

He didn't know yet that he said too much. Wolverine was silent for a few more moments. Then, he wheezed. The mutant threw his back against the seat, and running his hand up his scalp, he succumbed to his laughter. It wasn't a pleasant sound at all. It was strained, almost hysterical, and obviously provoked more by his fury than actual amusement. Still, it was the first time Deadpool actually made him laugh.

"Oh wow!... " The mercenary said through his nervous chuckle that was muted by Wolverine. "So that's how you laugh! Just as terrifying as the rest of you!... I didn't say any joke yet, though."

"You didn't have to." Logan sighed deeply, partially regaining his posture. The next look he gave Wade was entirely venomous.

"You are the biggest joke I've ever seen! There hasn't been as much of an audacious, or insecure, or callous stain on humanity than this manchild I have the displeasure of sittin' right next to! You're good for nothin' but spreadin' mysery everywhere you go! You ain't got no morals, no friends, and you make it everyone's problem, 'cause you can't ever accept the fact that your actions have consequences!" Logan paused to catch his breath. Deadpool visibly shrinked in his own seat. Suddenly, the mutant's claws came out and he shoved them to the back of the truck, scraping its surface in a long line.

"Oh, how I wish I pushed you off that cliff first time we've met! Maybe that would've gotten the message through your dense skull, just how much I want to see you set on fire! Hate doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feelin' towards you! Ain't no wonder why that blue woman you keep yappin' about hasn't come back to you yet! You have to make up an imaginary girlfriend to protect your delicate feelin's from the fact that nobody will ever want you! How 'bout this hard pill to swallow: The doctors that tortured you didn't ruin your life! You did! You have to act like an obnoxious clown, otherwise no one would ever give you the attention you're so obviously cravin'! I can't wait for the day when you'll wake up and realise that you'll be spendin' the rest of eternity alone, and you can thank only yourself for that! But that's just wishful thinkin', 'cause you're-" His claws pulled back and he slammed his fist against the marked metal.

"-too-" Slam!

"-stupid-" Slam!

"-to think of anythin' outside of your own bubble of insanity!" SLAM! The wall bended and partially fell apart, just enough for them to see the inside of their cargo.

At long last came the silence. Logan used his hand to support himself from collapsing. He panted and bared his teeth at the mercenary who grew concerningly quiet. Not for Logan, though.

"No more jokes, bub?" He leaned closer and sneered, not being able to resist one last jab. "Come on, give me a real tear-jerker. I'm feelin' like laughin' for a change."

He looked directly into Deadpool's eyes. All he saw in them were two empty voids. The mutant settled back on his seat and tried to catch his breath. A second later and he would've regretted some of the things he said.

"... Take it back." Deadpool murmured softly. Had it not been for Wolverine's super hearing, he would've missed it.

"You don't know when to quit, do you?" The mutant snorted loudly. It was his own enjoyment of seeing the mercenary be put in his place that led him to lower his guard. Before he knew, Wade grabbed the back of his head, painfully gripping a handful of hair and hood.

"I said take it back!" He roared with the anger he never let anyone see. Without any warning, he slammed Wolverine's head against the front of the car. Then he did it again and on his third time he accidentally turned on the radio.

'Why Can't We Be Friends?' by War started playing.

Slam!

'Express Yourself' by Madonna.

Slam!

'You're the One That I Want' from the musical Grease.

"Why you little-!" Wolverine wouldn't take it any longer. He grabbed onto whatever he could and prevented Deadpool from slamming his head again. He pulled out his claws and jammed them into the other's right shoulder. Wade cried out. Using the moment of distraction, the mutant freed himself. Then, he grabbed Wade's head, pulled him close, and then slammed his head against the radio. This time it played 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart' by Elton John and Kiki Dee.

Despite being a taller man, Deadpool had to trouble slipping into a different position in his limited space. He kicked Logan onto the door, breaking the window and leaving a huge dent. The mutant growled, glaring back at him with pure fire in his eyes. Deadpool tried to throw a hit, but Logan caught his fist and then repeatedly punched him in the face. Wade dodged and a hit full of claws meant for him punctured the already beat down back of the truck.

The mercenary used this for his advantage. He managed to grab Logan by the shoulders and then threw him in order to take down the rest of the space separating them from the cargo. They both fell into the cold, smelly abyss where they could barely see each other. Not that it would stop them.

#a few things for context #•logan and wade go way back. they began as enemies until they became kinda sorta neutral with each other until they actually became friends #•this takes place between the beginning of their neutral phase #•before logan joined xavier he tried regaining his memories. wade knew about that and one day he told logan he found a lead #•he didn't but he needed logan for a merc job #•it went bad so they had to flee. wade rented a meat track as a getaway car because of course he did. it even has actual meat inside #•several weeks after this incident wade actually found a way to help logan restore some of his memories and things were fine again #deadpool #wolverine #logan howlett #wade wilson #x men #x men evolution #x men evolution deadpool au #also worth to mention #•wade thinks vanessa is dead. she's not but he saw her “die”#•the imaginary gf logan talks about is death. wade wanted to brag but no one believed him #do i tag deadpool and wolverine? technically it's the honda odyssey scene #eh #technically not poolverine too but yknow #chaotic writing

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asshlyyyy · 1 year ago

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A Night To Forget

Fic Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ Only! Swearing, murder, killing, gun use, blood, the colonel. Reader gets injured, and attacked. Yelling, fighting, violence. Glass breaking and ending up cutting reader. Elvis covering up a murder. A/N: Reader is Steve Binder's sister, Priscilla doesn't exist.

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The room was dark and silent. The lights of Las Vegas glowed behind the windows. Your body shook as beads of sweat fell off your face. Your chest heeded as you breathed heavily. Your hand went limp and the piece of metal fell onto the floor with a clank! You took a step back and watched as blood poured onto the floor. You felt as if you were in a movie, and this was all fake.

You heard the jiggle of a doorknob and immediately turned your head towards the sound. You stood like a deer in headlights unable to move. You were about to get caught. This was the end of your life. You were about to get thrown in jail to rot forever.

The door creaked open and the appearance of your boyfriend. You stood in fear as Elvis met your eyes. Confused, he made his way over to you after he closed the door. He came to a pause when he saw the scene in front of him. The body of his manager was lifeless on the floor. He should be sad, but he felt happiness. He felt this weight get lifted off of him.

“Well, it’s ‘bout time,” Elvis claimed as he shut the door behind him. You stood there confused by his reaction. He stepped closer to you and moved around your body. He found his gun on the floor. There was no shot though, he would’ve heard it if so. Then again, all he heard was his band and the sounds of his fans screaming.

He reached down and held the metal piece in his hand. It was warm from your clench and covered with blood. He looked at the Colonel and noticed his disheveled face. You had beaten his face, but there was also a hole in his neck where blood seethed out. Had you actually shot the Colonel?

Elvis turned and looked at your perfect face. Your once-white dress had splatters of blood over it. His innocent good girl just killed someone. Your face was pale, and he knew you were scared. He wouldn’t let his girl get in trouble. No no, Elvis would make sure no one would know.

“I-I’m sorry,” you breathed out. Elvis shook his head. There was no reason why you should be sorry. The colonel was a bad man, and he needed to go. You hadn’t planned for things to happen like that… but they did.

It really all started when Elvis came back from the army. You didn’t know him personally at the time, but when you met him, you knew he wasn’t happy. You sat in your older brother’s office as he walked through the door. He stood tall and had this… handsome appearance to him. He was always handsome though.

It was all funny looking back at it. Your brother didn’t even like Elvis. He was more of an East Coast boy. He liked the sounds of the beach boys. Elvis didn’t even pass his mind, but the sound of meeting Elvis. That was what intrigued him.

“Mr. Elvis Presley,” Steve stood up from his seat. You stood up quickly with a smile.

“Please, just Elvis,” Elvis held his hand out to Steve, who gladly took it. The two shook hands and he looked over at you. He held a smile on his face and reached for your hand. You placed it in his and watched as he brought it to his lips and kissed it. You blushed lightly at the gesture and bit the inside of your cheek.

“Right, Elvis. It’s an honor to meet you.” Steve said as he sat down down. He picked up his pen and situated himself. Elvis sat on the other end and looked at the Binder siblings. He had a good feeling about this.

“Let me ask ya something, Steve. Where do you think my career is right now?” Elvis questioned. You looked over at Steve and nodded. You knew it was risky, to be honest, hell he could fire you both right there.

“Well, I think it’s in the toilet.” The room fell silent and you could only imagine how he felt. Then the sound of laughter came of out Elvis’ mouth. You smiled softly and stifled out a soft sound of laughter also.

“I knew I was gonna like ya. You’re honest with me,” Elvis admitted once his laughs calmed down to a slow. “I haven’ been on television for a long time.”

“It’s no different than filming a movie, sir.” You spoke as you stood up. “We will practice, and if you make a mistake that’s okay. We can start the film over. Delete those takes that don’t make it. This is your special, Elvis.”

“What’s ya name dalrin’?” He asked as his blue orbs stared deep past your own.

“Y/n,” You answered him.

“Well, I like the sound of that, Y/n. My special, no one elses.” He smirked as he tapped his finger against the table.

“We’ll give you what you want. She is right, this is your special.” Elvis smiled and nodded slowly.

The three of you were inseparable. Elvis took trusting to you two like it was nothing else. It was because you two could give him something the Colonel couldn’t. The Colonel didn’t care about anything. All he cared about was the money.

Didn’t allow anyone into Elvis’ dressing room. Yet, your brother and your brother pushed. He really pushed the Colonel’s buttons. Those who met the Colonel all had the same opinions. Sure, he could be sweet and pleasant, but he could also be harsh and rude. Lord knows you also don’t want to be on his bad side.

You guys would start in the afternoon and you would be there till early in the morning. There have been moments when Elvis would offer you to stay in his dressing room. Since, during the time of the comeback special, he slept in his dressing room. At first, you declined since you didn’t leave too far, but Elvis had such a charm to him.

“Come on, doll,” Elvis chuckled lightly, “it’ll be fun.”

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes and laughed gently. “My apartment is just a half-hour walk.”

“Ain’ safe for you to be walking alone at night. Don’t need anything happening to ya now.” You let out a breath and just shook your head. A smile grew on your face and Elvis couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Fine fine, I’ll stay.” You laughed gently and walked with him. Not much happened in that room. You guys mostly just talked and shared a laugh. To you, he wasn’t the king of rock and roll. He… he was Elvis. It felt as if you guys have been friends for years.

If anyone came up to you and asked what Elvis was like… You would tell them he was the sweetest man ever. Sure, he had his outbursts but so did everyone. Elvis was a nice man, and he would do everything in his nature to make sure his friends and family were okay.

You couldn’t understand why the Colonel would treat him like a child. Elvis would be more than happy agreeing with his manager and treating them well. Yet, the Colonel abused him. Sometimes when you just stand in the background. You noticed his body language when he was alone… and when he was with the Colonel.

When he was with the Colonel he had this stiff expression. He was locked up in this gate, trapped under his watchful eye. When he was by himself, he held a depressed example. It was like he was lost in some aspects. Now, when he was with his friends and family… he was so happy. He smiled and he laughed a genuine laugh.

You remember your brother getting called down to the Colonel’s office. It was a sad piece really, one of the broom closets near stage four. The Colonel demanded for at least one Christmas song. Well, it was more he tried to tell Steve that Elvis wanted the Christmas song. Elvis stood next to him with his head down. It was like a young child who had just gotten in trouble with their parents.

“Fuck him,” Elvis spoke to Steve once they got out. Elvis hated the Colonel, but he couldn’t do anything. He was trapped. He was locked behind this wall of gratitude for everything Parker gave him. There was nothing more he could do.

You remember when everything was all finished, and you guys were ready to show the screening. The Binder siblings were pulled into a meeting with the Colonel. It was a room with a large table. The way that room smelled… It smelt like smoke and testosterone.

The Colonel wanted his one Christmas song. He wanted it to be at the end of the Special. Of course, your brother and you went a separate way. You thought you guys were screwed though, because… You could have gotten sued right there and then. Then you two remembered then Elvis did perform a song.

“Blue Christmas,” you said as you looked at Steve.

“That’s right, he did sing Blue Christmas,” Steve held a smirk. You could’ve sworn you saw the Colonel’s eye twitch at the response. That was not what he wanted to hear. The Colonel wanted a whole scene dedicated to Christmas.

The screening was the last day you all pretty much spent together. You remember sitting in the room next to Steve. Elvis’s Memphis Mafia was in the room and it was just silent the whole showing. You helped Elvis during the whole filing. Steve mostly stayed up in the booth, you were down on set.

You were at the stage, and neither you nor Steve knew what he was going to do, or what he was going to sing. You guys just allowed him to do whatever he wanted. He had his friends next to him, and it was just a jam session. You smiled the whole time watching him. Watching it in person, and then watching it on screen. Your smile was wide.

Being in the room watching the whole playback and finished product was scary. You were surrounded by his friends, and sometimes his friends scared you. It was just the look they held on his face. It’s like how when you look at a certain someone they have this type of face. At some moments, Elvis had the softest face, but he also had a very… I will kill you look.

Once his friends left, he turned and looked at us and asked to watch it again. It was a completely different experience when it was just you threw. Elvis laughed, and he smiled. To Steve and yourself, this was music to your ears. It can be painful to watch something you created, but how Elvis positively reacted to it… It showed that he loved it. That he was once again enjoying his life.

Once the recording finished for the special Elvis gave you and Steve his number. He left you with something more though. A simple, yet meaningful necklace. You denied it at first of course, but he kept pushing and pushing. That’s just who he was. He was a giver and he never took no as an answer.

“I uh… I got ya something.” Elvis spoke as he came up to you. You raised your eyebrow in confusion.

“Why did you get me something?” You asked him.

“Well, your brother and you helped me so much.” He admitted. You rolled your eyes playfully and took the navy blue velvet box in your hands.

“You honestly didn't need to do-” You opened up the box and the softest gasp left your mouth. “Oh my god.” You looked at the gold necklace that held both pearls and diamonds. You just started to shake your head. You couldn’t imagine how much money this costed.

“A pretty necklace for a pretty girl,” he commented. You shook just shook your head with an idiotic smile on your face.

“Can you help me put it on?” You asked as you picked the necklace. Elvis nodded and took it out of your hand. You closed up the box and turned your back to him. You grabbed a handful of your hair and moved it out of the way.

The necklace came around your front and Elvis clamped it in the back. His fingers grazed over your exposed skin. It caused a comforting chill to run up your spine. You let your hair fall back into place and turned to look at him.

“How do I look?”

“Beautiful,” he answered instantly.

The first night Elvis performed at the International… you never saw a smile so wide. Though It was his first time performing in front of an audience this size. It was like he never left the stage. He jumped right back into the groove. He invited you and your brother, which you two gladly accepted.

When it came time, Elvis made his rounds around the room. Well, he walked through the middle part, and back up to the stage. He grabbed as many women’s faces as he could and kissed them. You didn’t find it disgusting, you found it sweet? In a weird way, it didn’t push you off as Elvis being horny. You saw it as Elvis was saying thank you. He was thanking his fans for sticking by him.

He was back to what he loved doing. He may have at one point wanted to be like James Dean. Now… he just wanted to be Elvis. He wanted to sing, he wanted to dance, he wanted to make music. While he would’ve preferred you and Steve to be at one of the tables with his other guests, you opted for being near the stage.

You were right by the stairs that would lead him back up. Your eyes met and he made his way straight towards you. His hands cupped your face and he pulled you close, crashing his lips into yours. You melted against his perfectly sculpted lips and kissed him back. You felt as if the room around you was spinning, but probably did all the other girls.

Elvis pulled away and ran his finger along the necklace he gave you. He leaned down to your ear, “Meet me in my room after the show,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to the side of your head and heading back on stage. You watched him in disbelief at what had just happened. Unbeknownst to the death glare Steve was giving Elvis.

That’s when your relationship changed with him. You had the most magical night and he asked for you to stay with him. You agreed in a heartbeat, hell anyone would have agreed. After the sex you two had though… There was something more, there was love. As much as you loved Steve and working alongside him, you wanted a break and a change. Why not give this love thing a chance? Oh boy did the Colonel not like that.

He called the influences of you and Steve hillbillies. That you two were trying to steal him away. In all honesty, you two just wanted him to do what he loved. The amount of conversations of fights you shared with the Colonel. The amount of threats you received from him… It was painful, but you just knew deep down in that fat sack of his. He was suffering and was pushing that onto other people.

“You’re dragging him down!” He yelled at you, his spit falling right onto your face. You gagged and shivered as it hit your face. You whipped your face and glared at the man in front of you.

“Funny, because last time anyone checked, you were.” You laugh coldly and shook your head.

“I am making him bigger!” He argued back. You rolled your eyes at him. Every second he got, he picked a fight with you.

“You’re not letting him do what he wants! He wants to tour the world!” You exclaimed to him. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“God, now he’s in your goddamn brain! He will never EVER go on a world tour. I will make sure of that as long as I am living!”

It was like that almost every day. So when it came to Elvis’ fifth week at the Internation, it was no surprise when the Colonel showed up at the suit. You had decided to stay in when Elvis performed his midnight show. You loved watching him perform, but you just wanted to rest up and read your book.

There was no knock, he just walked in. You looked over at him confused. “Colonel?” You stood up from the couch and placed your book on the table. “What are you doing here?” You asked as you made your way over to him.

“Getting rid of you,” he spoke in a harsh voice. You knew the Colonel never really liked you. Hell, he never really liked anyone. He always thought they were out to get him.

“I’m a bit lost,” you looked at him confused.

“Ever since you and your idiotic brother came into Elvis’ life you changed him.” He spoke in a twisted voice.

“He’s just back in his roots. Being happy again, we didn’t change him.” You corrected the Colonel.

“Oh please, you don’t know what makes my boy happy. You’re just here as his little sex toy.” Colonel tried to get under your skin. Get you all rattled up. “I suggest you get the hell out before the truth comes out about you.”

“What truth? I have nothing to hide?” In fact, you don’t even think you have any secrets. You kept honest because honesty is the best medicine. Nothing good came out of lying. Looking at the fat fuck in front of you proved you of that.

“You may think that now, but when word gets out that Elvis’ sweet innocent girlfriend killed one of his fans in anger… things may be different.” You just shook your head at his words. Why was he doing this? What was so fucked up with his brain that led him to be this way?

“Elvis wouldn’t believe that,” you shook your head. The Colonel started to walk closer to you, and you felt uncomfortable. With every step he took, you took one back. His fat cigar stood off his lips as his cane hit hard against the flooring.

“Oh, but he will. He believes everything I tell him-”

“Because you force it down his throat!” You quickly spoke interrupting him. He didn’t like that. He held this look in his eyes. It was like they turned a shade darker, almost black in fact. You were so focused on his eyes that you didn’t notice when he lifted the cane and hit you with it. The top of his cane hit into your hip causing pain to erupt. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it wasn’t pleasant.

“Ow! What the fuck is your problem!?” You grabbed onto the golden alcohol cart as you almost fell from the impact. With a clash, some of the glassware fell to the floor. You looked at him with anger, your chest heaved out. This was no longer a nice conversation. Especially not after he would accuse you of such things.

“You are precisely my problem, Y/n.” He pulled the cart away from you, which caused the rest of the glasses to shake and fall onto the floor. Each and every one broke. Shards of glass accompanied the floor along with split liquor. You were able to balance yourself up, but you soon fell to the ground when he whacked you once again. You really wish you had kept your shoes on.

Your palms landed on the loose pieces of glass. You sucked in a breath and looked up at the Colonel. This fat fuck was about to kill you and for what!? What would he even gain from killing you? Your breath quickened as you watched him lift his cane once more. The tip of his cane hit against your head and scratched along your cheek. Your head snapped to the side from impact.

You felt your vision get blurry. Your head felt like it was spinning in the clouds. You ran your finger along the fresh cut and looked up at him. If you didn’t do anything he would bludgeon you to death right here. You quickly moved out of the way of his flying cane and got up, despite feeling the blood rush through your brain. You rushed over to Elvis’ gun collection and opened up the chest.

You heard him laugh from behind you, he didn’t believe you were going to shoot him. Your blurred vision gazed over the guns and ended up just picking a random one. It didn’t have to matter, you were just trying to protect yourself at this point. You quickly turned to him and pointed the gun at him.

“Oh, you don’t have the guts in you, girly.” The Colonel commented as he made his way to you. You breathed heavily as your body shook ever so slightly. As the Colonel came closer, his face was just in arms reached. You raised the gun and hit him across the face. He stumbled back in surprise and looked at you.

“Wow,” the Colonel spoke as he brought his hand up to his face. “You just keep fucking surprising me.” He let out a cough and turned his head. Soon he hacked up a ball of spit and mucus together and spit it out. Yet, it wasn’t mucus or spit… it was blood. Your hands shook as you kept the gun pointed at him. There was no way you were going to shoot him. You already knew this, and he knew that.

“I didn’t do anything to you! Why are you trying to kill me!?” You asked in a loud shaky voice.

“You are trying to take my boy away from me!” He matched your volume. No… no, you couldn’t believe that was the answer. There was more, he just wasn’t sharing anything with you.

“All you care about is the money! You don’t give a shit about Elvis!!” You screamed as you took a step closer to him.

“I care de-”

“Bullshit!” You screamed and clicked the safety off.

“I’ve had just enough from you-” Before he could finish you just started to beat his face in. You don’t know what came over you. You just felt this source of anger come over you. The Colonel fell onto his back and you just continued to hit the metal gun against his face.

He tried to push you off him, but you just kept going and kept going and- Bang! You stood up quickly with a shaken expression and looked at him with wide eyes. Blood started to trickle out of his neck and onto the floor. Your body shook as your hand went limp. The metal piece fell out of your hand and onto the floor. You… You just shot him. It was self-defense right? You couldn’t be at fault here, he attacked you first.

The sounds of the doorknob pulled you out of your thoughts. You stood like a deer in headlights as the door pushed open. The door creaked in and the disheveled appearance of your boyfriend appeared. His eyes met yours and he smiled, but it quickly changed once he saw the state of yourself. You held a look of fear and pain in your eyes. He saw the red splatters over your face and purely white dress.

His eyes scanned the room as he noticed the liquor cart thrown on the ground. Glass shattered all over the floor. He walked forward and closed the door behind him. It didn’t take long before he saw the lifeless body of his manager on the floor. He should be sad… depressed even. Yet, he felt a sense of happiness.

“Well, it’s ‘bout time,” he said as he looked at the scene. He tore the scarf off his neck and tossed it onto the couch. He reached down and picked the gun up in his hands. Most of his guns kept cold from the metal, but this one was warm from your touch. He brought it over to his collection and placed it down to the side. He’d have to clean it off later. He came up to you and took your hands in his.

“What happened?” He asked you with a soft voice.

“H-he uh- he-” You tried to speak but you were too shaken up. Hell, you just killed someone! And… and… to be honest, you weren’t exactly bothered by it. You killed a bad person. You killed the villain.

“Go get cleaned up. I’ll worry ‘bout this.” He said as he cupped your face. You flinched a bit when his hand came in contact with your cut. Nonetheless, you nodded quickly and looked into his eyes. You felt at ease, you felt safe. Elvis leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You hummed and kissed him back.

The two of you separated and you made your way over to the bathroom. You looked yourself in the mirror and cringed at the sight. You had blood all over you. You let out a sigh and turned on the sink. You heard the muffled sounds of Elvis’ voice and tilted your head towards the door. You walked away from the sink and stood closer to the door.

“I need ya to come up here.” You listened in on Elvis. “There’s been an accident.” You closed your eyes and let out a sigh. Well, in terms of evidence, the shot was an accident. The beating his face in with a gun wasn’t. You were only fighting back though, and the Colonel just pushed your hands in a way that triggered the gun.

“You’ll understand once ya get your ass up here.” The sound of the phone clicking indicated that Elvis ended the call. His footsteps came closer to the bathroom and he pushed open the door. He looked over at you and let out a sigh. He couldn’t believe what happened to his girl.

“Come ‘ere.” He said gently as he dragged you over to the sink. He dipped a washcloth under the running water and dabbed it onto your cheek gently. “I just called Jerry. He’ll be up to help assess the situation.”

“I-I’m sorry, Elvis,” you spoke quietly and shamefully.

“Oh please, I always wanted him dead.” He admitted with a straight face. You knew Elvis hated the Colonel but to want him dead? Well… you wanted him dead also. So did your brother, and so did just about anyone he worked with. “But I promise you, nothing bad will happen to ya.”

“How can you be so sure of that Elvis? We’re on the thirtieth floor, and the hotel is flooded with people. You can’t exactly walk out the front door.” You pointed out to him.

“We’ll figure that out once Jerry comes up okay?” Elvis pulled away the washcloth and tended to your hands. Most of the glass didn’t stick when you landed, but there were a few pieces here and there. He pulled them out and then cleaned your hands. Elvis may have never appeared to be one to aid people, but when it came to his girls… He would kill to protect them. If you hadn’t killed the Colonel, well… he would’ve done so himself.

He pulled away once he was done and turned off the sink. “Take a shower, love,” he said as he gave your bum a quick slap and walked out of the bathroom. You let out the slightest sequel and smiled softly. You knew he would take care of you, and you were lucky to have that in a partner. He closed the door behind him and you were left alone.

You peeled the white dress off your body and frowned at the blood splotches. You knew you were going to have to through the dress away. It was easy evidence that pointed you towards the killing. You just… You loved this dress so much. If only it was black instead of white. Maybe then you could salvage it. You brought your hands up to your necklace and took it off. You laid it gently on the sick and looked back towards the shower.

You undressed the rest of your undergarments and made your way over to the shower. You leaned into the shower and turned the water on. You turned the knob towards heat and wait for it to warm up. Only then did you step in and let the water run against your skin. You closed your eyes and let out a shuddered breath. In the main room, Elvis was opening the door.

“What’s the accident man?” Jerry questioned as he walked in. His eyes were mainly on Elvis, but when he looked anywhere but- “Wait-”

Elvis closed the door and nodded, answering Jerry’s unspoken question. “He’s done. Got shot in the neck shortly after having his face beaten in.” Elvis explained what he could only gather.

“How?” Jerry asked, trying to grasp together the parts.

“Y/n,” Elvis responded. Jerry snapped his head in Elvis’ direction and his eyes widened.

“What? No,” Jerry shook his head. You were the sweetest girl Jerry had ever met. You had a hard stick, yes, but to go ahead and kill someone. You would never do that.

“I don’t know what happened, I could only assume he started it. She’s got a cut on her cheek, she had glass in her hands. She grabbed one of my guns and beat his face in. Shot him in the neck.” Elvis shrugged his shoulders. He knew he wouldn’t get the full story until you spoke to him, but for now… he just paced together what he could.

“Damn,” was all Jerry could say. Elvis nodded and rubbed his jaw gently. He was just trying to figure out what to do. They had to get the body out of the building and taken care of. How they were going to do that though… that was the question.

“I don’t know how we’re gonna do this EP,” Jerry admitted. Elvis let out a breath and nodded. He knew it wasn’t an easy task. Not to mention, if news ever got out and you were the suspect… he would take the blame easily. He was more of a suspect than you would be.

No one could know what happened. “What if we take him down to his office? Throw around his office a bit. Make it look like someone came in and killed him.” Elvis suggested.

“Could work, but her blood could be on his cane.” Jerry pointed out.

“We’ll clean it off.” Elvis replied back.

“Okay… Okay, yeah, we can do that.” Jerry nodded slowly as he thought over the idea. It was simple really. They drag him down to the Colonel’s office. It was just below this floor. No one would see them. They sneak the body in and mess up the office. Make it look like it was s struggle.

“I’ll have someone come up and clean this mess. Explain that Y/n had a fall.” Elvis continued to speak out about their plan.

“And bled out that much?” Jerry questioned him. Elvis gave Jerry an all-knowing look and nodded.

“Right… We’ll clean the blood up and then call up the housemaids.” He changed up his wording.

“E…” Your soft voice broke them out of their conversation. Both Elvis and Jerry turned towards you. You had just finished your shower and made your way out of the bathroom. One of Elvis’ robes wrapped around your body. The white from your pearls and the shine from the diamonds stood out from underneath.

“Yeah, darlin’?” Elvis questioned as he gave you his attention.

“What’s going to happen to me?” You asked gently. That’s all you thought about while you were in the shower. What was going to happen to you? You couldn’t exactly keep this to yourself.

“Nothin’ is going to happen to you, love.” Elvis made his way over to you. He placed his hands on your upper arm and rubbed gently in a comforting manner. “We got it all planned, We’re gonna take him down to his office. It’s gonna look like someone broke in and killed him.”

“I- I killed him…”

“No one has to know,” he said in a whispered tone ad he pushed away the loose pieces of hair that stuck to your face. “To them, an enemy killed him. No one will know, and if the truth comes out… I’ll take the blame.”

“Elvis no,” you shook your head, “I can’t let you do that.”

“You saved me, I owe everything to you. I know damn well my sweet girl ain’ gonna go to prison now.” The corner of his lips turned upward. You let out a breath and just shook your head. You knew you weren’t going to win this battle.

“Okay,” you said gently.

“Can you do me a favor, darlin’?” He then asked. You nodded easily not having to think about it. “Clean up some of the blood. Then call housekeeping, and say you fell and had a little bit of an accident. They’ll clean up the rest.”

“Okay,” Elvis leaned down and pulled you in for a long kiss. You closed your eyes and felt your hands grab his top. You pulled him closer to you and deepened the kiss. When the two of you pulled away, you shared this look between the both of yourselves. You two were stuck together now, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Elvis let go of you and turned towards Jerry. “Let’s get him out of here.” Your eyes watched as they picked up the Colonel’s limp body. You don’t think you will ever heal from this. You were going to be haunted forever by this memory. They made their way out of the room and you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

You went into the bathroom and grabbed one of the towels you just dried off on and went over to the spot. You threw the towel down and looked out the window. You knew no one could see you up here, but you still had that fear that someone saw… That they watched you shoot him.

You let out a sigh and got down on the ground to clean up the blood. Picking up as much as possible. It was okay if there was some blood smeared. The housekeepers will just clean them. You did just have an… accident. Once you finished cleaning up most of the mess you walked over to the front door and dropped the towel down.

You watched your step as you walked over to the phone. You picked it up and called the number to the front desk. You let out a hum and sat down on the couch, your book long forgotten by now. “Mr. Presley, what can we do for you?”

“Hi, I was wondering if we could get housekeeping up here? I tripped and made a bit of a mess with the alcohol cart,” You chuckled lightly but inside you were dying.

“Of course Ms. Binder. We’ll send someone up right away.”

“Thank you,” you hung up shortly after and let out a sigh. You let yourself sink into the black patterned material.

Down in the Colonel’s office, “Goddamn he weighs a fucking ton,” Jerry groaned as he and Elvis dropped the Colonel’s body onto the ground.

“Ya telling me,” Elvis let out a huff and looked around. He leaned down and picked up the cane and looked at the Colonel. Jerry looked at Elvis with a look of intrigued. Before he knew it, Elvis lifted the cane and bashed it onto Parker’s face. Jerry flinched back a bit but continued to watch as he took a few more swings before dropping it on the floor.

“Fuck you,” Elvis muttered and looked around the office. This could be his chance to look around. See what the Colonel was hiding.

“You want to see what he could be hiding huh?” Jerry could read Elvis like no one else. He was his best friend after all, but he wanted to snoop too. Jerry hated the Colonel just as much as Elvis did.

“Oh yeah,” Elvis nodded simply.

“How about, you get back to your girl? I’ll look around and finish up in here.” Jerry suggested. Elvis turned and looked at Jerry.

“Yeah… Yeah,” Elvis nodded and rubbed his jaw. “Yeah, I should get back to her.”

“You want to hit him again don’t you?” Jerry let out a light sigh. He knew he shouldn’t push Elvis to do such things but…

“Ohh yeah,”

“Well, go ahead-” Jerry should’ve never said anything. Elvis picked up that cane once more and just went to town. The Colonel’s face was unrecognized once he was done. He just had so much anger for him, and he finally got it out.

“Okay, Elvis… I think it’s time you go back to, Y/n.” Jerry said as he took the cane out of Elvis’ hand. Elvis let out a loud breath and nodded.

“Yeah… I’ll uh- I’ll see ya tomorrow, Jer,” Elvis said as he headed towards the door.

“See you, EP.” With that, Elvis left the Colonel’s office and headed back up to his suit. Tonight has been… weirdly rough. All he wanted to do was lay in bed with his girl and fall asleep. He knew tomorrow wasn’t going to be any easier. They would find him tomorrow, and everything would be turned into a crime scene.

As Elvis reached the suit and walked in he noticed that the curtains were closed. He blinked a bit to adjust his eyes and made his way over to the bed. He saw you curled up on top of the blankets and smiled. He pressed his knee onto the mattress and pulled himself up. He leaned over and pressed a kiss against your head.

He would do anything for you.

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